There’s one week left of my freshman year – how much can you fit in a seven days? A seven-page paper, six nights of studying, five hours to attend of the four classes I’m taking, three finals to sit through, two days to pack, and one night when Javi and I will order Thai food from Pepper Sky to commemorate our last 5.12 exam. (It’s tradition.)
And if that’s not enough for you, I have four-hour long shifts times three left on the ambulance this semester, one of which I’m currently on, and will be finishing in 15 minutes to get to my two classes this afternoon, that is, after I run back to my dorm to shower during my one hour lunch break.
I’ve deactivated my Facebook account (the first step is admitting you have a problem) and have one page left to write on the linguistics paper, rearranged all my notes into binders organized by test, and am planning to spend the rest of the day buried in orgo like an ostrich in the sand at Hayden Library. (Except for a quick study break to Berklee to go see Andrew Bird. I’ve barely just finished freaking out about Randall Munroe!)
See you in seven days!